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Once every 17 years, much like the cicadas, my daughter takes a hard look at my hair and decides she can do better.

This is my theory, anyway. Even before I headed south to Texas last week, I made the mistake of joking about my pandemic appearance, warning her to not be shocked by how I look.

"You know I'm giving you a haircut," she replied, and the truth is, I did know that. I was unaware that there would be color involved, and negotiations are currently ongoing, but frankly anything would be an improvement. 

Add to this an erratic sleep schedule during the past year, for no apparent reas...